In her new book, Rosie O’Donnell says she and Barbara Walters are friends who have found “a way to love” each other. . . .
[O’Donnell suggests] Walters, 78, is too old to keep up with the demands of The View. . . .
As the warring co-hosts tried to make up, O’Donnell told her mentor: ” . . . you did not defend me. And I have been a good, loyal daughter to you. And I want you to be a good mother to me. Don’t let the bad man hurt me.”
Paging Dr. Freud.
Reading Celebrity Detox is like having a patient on the couch without the necessary medical degree to sort through what’s insightful and what’s just nutty.This is a train wreck of a book – part self-help psychobabble, part searing memoir – by a grown woman who lost her mother as a child.
It’s baffling and . . . some stories defy logic.
As a child, O’Donnell says, she broke her own hands and fingers with a wooden coat hanger and a small baseball bat. And nobody noticed?
She also has fuzzy recollections of a man climbing in through her window as a child to molest her ‚Äî until her mother cut down the tree.Too-much-information is not a concept O’Donnell embraces. You will learn how fame affected her bowel habits, that she “inseminated” her partner, Kelli, and that her son once told her, in the bathtub, that he didn’t like her fat belly. (She told him she didn’t like it either.)

And people wonder why O’Donnell cancelled all media interviews for the book?
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FYI, when we were mourning our father’s death, one of my sisters told me about her fight with Rosie, a week before the big Rosie-Elisabeth deathmatch. My sister was in the audience of “The View” (don’t ask me why), and during the commercial breaks, Rosie lectured the audience on her far-left views. My sister said these were even more radical and gasp-inducing than what she said on air. My sister said she asked Rosie a question, and Rosie responded by coming within inches of my sister and shrieking out anti-Semitic, anti-Israel, pro-Palestinian comments (airhead Elisabeth Hasselbeck said nothing). Then, Rosie wagged her finger in my sister’s face lecturing her how she’s had enough of far-right blonde women (my sister’s blonde).
Good riddance, Rosie.